His finger pressed heavily against the black flag representing the Po Jun Camp on the sand table.
"You are a general."
"That is not how a general leads."
Meng Tian's gaze grew sharp.
"A qualified general does not think about how many men he can kill himself. He thinks about how to use the ten thousand soldiers under his command to trade for the lives of one hundred thousand enemy troops!"
"No matter how sharp your Mo Dao is, a single blade can only kill one person."
"Yet the ten thousand soldiers under your command are your true weapons! They are your extended hands and feet, the manifestation of your will!"
"What you must learn is how to wield this weapon, how to make it thrust the most fatal blade at the most critical moment!"
"The bravery of a single man ultimately has its limits. The ability to command an army is the true Dao."
Every word from Meng Tian struck like a heavy hammer, pounding fiercely against Wei Zhe's heart.
He understood in an instant.
His own mindset was indeed still stuck at the level of fighting alone.
Depending on the power of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, he could take the head of a high general from amidst ten thousand armies.
Yet this, after all, was merely technique rather than Dao.
Just as Meng Tian said, he was now a Ten Thousand Commander.
His achievements should no longer come from how many people he killed himself.
Instead, they should come from how much merit the army he led had established for the Great Qin.
Wei Zhe took a deep breath and bowed deeply to Meng Tian.
"Thank you for the teaching, General. Wei Zhe shall engrave it in his heart!"
This bow came straight from the depths of